When the team of holy warriors in the central square reached three hundred, the horn of departure was sounded, and with the sound of the horn, the cardinal archbishops from the major temples appeared silently, and joined forces to bless them with the last of the highest level of divine magic.

The ranks of the paladins set off.

Muria had seen that scene happen again, and the adventurers who had come for profit consciously moved out of the way, looking at the paladins walking towards the outside of the fortress with a complex look of admiration, adoration, guilt, or incomprehension, irony.

The impassioned music sounded, and the bards once again played a collective music to see off the paladins, but this time, unlike the last time, there seemed to be a man of great prestige among the bards, who had organized most of the bards in the fortress.

Therefore, this send-off music is more neat than the last one, and it is more exciting to listen to. Someone seems to be doing everything they can for the paladins.

Muria, who had been following the paladin, took a closer look at the adventurers in the fortress city this time. Knight, Druid, Mage, Marksman, Thief, Warrior...... There are a variety of professions, and their expressions and attitudes towards the Paladins are also different.

Humans are complex creatures, and even these profit-seeking adventurers cannot generalize.

"Boom!" the gates of the fortress were once again open for the three hundred Holy Warriors to pass through. Just as the group of holy warriors were about to pass through the city gate, the leading paladins stared at the wall of undead fog less than a kilometer away.

"Hmm!" Muria, who was behind the paladin, sensed something, and looked up past the shining brave men to the undead gray mist outside the city.

Originally, the gray mist of the undead was full of undead wandering aimlessly, and they only reacted when they sensed the breath of the living beings.

In other words, when the paladin's team enters the gray mist of the undead, it will be subjected to an almost infinite number of undead.

However, these undead who were supposed to attack the paladins soon ago were in a commotion at this moment, and they collectively poured into the depths of the mist, as if there was something that attracted them somewhere.

"All paladins, charge, greet your companions. After seeing the actions of those low-level undead, the leading paladin did not hesitate at all, drew the long sword at his waist, and gave the first order.

The only people who can attract the undead are the living.

Without hesitation, after hearing the order given by the commander, all the paladins began to drive the wildebeest under their crotch and began to charge, a distance of a thousand kilometers, enough for them to increase their speed.

While the kingdom army on the walls of the fortress was still stunned, the paladins had already raised their speed and rushed directly into the wall of undead mist.

Like a piece of bloody flesh falling into the ocean, rushing into the ranks of the holy warriors in the territory of the Bavarian Kingdom, more than 300 living people with vigorous life breath spread (the old holy warriors have recklessly restored their bodies to their peak state), and instantly attracted the undead who flocked to the depths of the gray mist, and pounced like sharks smelling blood.

None of the holy warriors paid any attention to the spirits, ghosts, skeletons, and ghouls that pounced on them, and allowed them to fall on them under the temptation of the breath of the living.

"Zi!" "Zi!" ...... The undead pounced on the paladins, and before they could touch their bodies, they screamed and turned to ashes under the layer of rich magical aura that enveloped their bodies.

The Cardinal Archbishop and many high-ranking priests cast so many divine spells on the Holy Warriors, which is not fun to watch. Ordinary mid- and low-level undead are not even qualified to be close now.

However, these low-level undead are the most numerous things in the Bavarian Kingdom, almost everywhere, and the continuous impact can sooner or later exhaust the divine aura on the holy warrior's body.

"Don't stop, keep rushing forward to find the source of the undead that just caused those undead to move. "The order of the leading paladin spread throughout the ranks.

"Yes!"

In just a few minutes, the group of paladins saw what had caused the undead to stir - more than a dozen wounded paladins and three of them were babies in their arms.

Around them, there are countless middle and high-level undead who are pressed by the black press, and at the outermost end, there is a boundless sea of skeletons pressed by the black press.

"Kill!" Seeing the corpses of more than twenty mutilated holy warriors in those undead encirclement, the holy warrior commander whose strength was as high as the golden peak took the lead in rushing into the sea of the undead.

Soon, the three hundred holy warriors who were full of energy and combat power, and were shrouded in a layer of rich divine aura, broke through the encirclement of the undead and rushed to the more than ten holy warriors who were about to be exhausted, protecting them. The aura of divine magic on the bodies of these dozen holy warriors has been exhausted.

"Rush out with them!" the commander turned his head to glance at the dozen or so companions, and when he looked closely, he realized how miserable they were.

The lack of arms and legs was a minor injury to them, and more than half of them had shriveled flesh and blood and withered faces, which were just an extra layer of skin compared to the skeletons that surrounded them.

Their lives had been burned to the ground, and they were just holding on to their last breath by will. When they saw the three hundred radiant holy warrior companions, these holy warriors who had run out of oil and lamps fell directly from their mounts and never survived again.

"Rush out? quack, what a naïve human being. A voice of the soul with a sneering color sounded into the ears of every paladin, "Where do you think this is now?"

"Lich!" the paladin commander looked up to the sky, the large skeleton in black robes and wielding a white bone scythe.

"This is the land of the dead, and the living will die. Without waiting for the paladins to reply, another lich appeared from mid-air.

"Kill them all, these paladins are the best raw material for making the Dark Knights. A third lich appeared.

The paladin commander looked at the three lichs in the sky with a pale face, the three soul intent level, they were not able to fight against them at all, he always knew what had happened to this team, why there were only a few paladins left.

"The realm of the dead?" a sarcastic sound rang out, and an atmospheric explosion sounded, and three weapons wrapped in golden thunder and dragon flame rushed out of the gray mist and burst towards the three soul-level lichs, crushing their weak resistance, and then shattering their lich bodies and soul fire.

"Forget, the shot should be light, not to break their soul fire, they should be sealed. In the stunned gaze of all the holy warriors below, a black-haired and golden-eyed boy appeared in mid-air, and the three weapons that had just smashed the lich flew up and surrounded him.